a patchwork quilt of maybes and almosts ✓

house

this is called house... the house is supposed to be a metaphor for your mind, but you can interpret it any way you'd like! pls vote, share, comment, follow, anything!! it would mean a lot to me. thank you so much for reading. this one is a lil bit longer than usual... special thanks to Bruhimkelly, sssunshine1, Stressedflower4, Vamprixussa, raraxiscribbles, leolantsov, QueenMimi96, ProlificScribbler for reading and voting on my poetryyy :)

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tie a

ribbon

red and soft

like silk

under your

fingertips

lift the ends

up

then tuck one

below the other

and pull

tight

smooth it out

the way you

smooth out

the creases

on your forehead

that you don't want

anybody

to see

so that they don't

wonder

if you are

suffering

loop one side

then the other

twist and turn the

little ribbon

until it makes a

bow

tied tight and

neat

around a paper

package

filled with your

pain

you take the

package

and the

bow

and put them away

in a box

filled with

regrets

packaged with

other bows

kiwi colored and

royal blue

pale pink and

purple

with paper like

lace

so thin

and fragile

and soft

you close the box

as if that would

help you

as if that would

help anything

hide it away again

on a dusty shelf

in the attic

waiting for it to be

discovered

by another person

with a key

that can open the

door

to your little

house

plain and simple

on the outside

but the inside is

cluttered

strewn with bags

of all shapes and

sizes

shattered glass from

long-broken vases

on the living room

carpet

a spilled bottle of

wine

stains the white of the

sofa

and the lights

flicker

always

threatening

to go out

a little brass

key

can open the

front door

one word

one smile

and the fence

opens

defenses come

down

the front door swings

wide

on its hinges

and the visitor

walks in

sees the turmoil

if they embraced it

maybe it could all

last

or be cleaned up

finally

but nobody ever has

instead

they take a look at

the mess

of your life

and walk back

down the path

away from the little

house

away from you